Chapter 71

Lisa most likely made it to her car before I began to regret having had sex with her. There weren't enough places to eat in town for me to avoid seeing her again. She was literally meant to be a one night stand. I sure hoped that she understood that.

For the next few days I worked on the images from the old farm shoot. I really did like that kind of thing. Saving small bit of a lifestyle almost lost. I couldn't do much to preserve it, but I planned to do my best.

Saturday before the wedding I rode to Williamston and then to a big box electronics store. I purchased another Panasonic camera and several more memory cards. Enough memory for twenty pictures was fine when I was shooting in order to create a vector drawing, but it would not even be close to enough for the wedding. I had been spending some time on line doing basic research. I figured I needed enough memory for three to five hundred shots at the highest resolution possible.

Since it was an evening wedding, I also researched and bought an off camera wireless flash and stand. I sure as hell hoped the crash course I gave myself made me, if not competent to do the job then at least able to fake some degree of expertise. I only charged a dollar, because it was going to be a learning experience for me.

Unlike the old days, I would at least have an indication of what I had. The old timers admitted to worrying their asses off till the proofs got printed.

I hardly slept that night. I knew it wasn't life or death, but I didn't like to appear less than competent at anything I did. I wondered what I should wear to the wedding. Definitely not jeans, but what should it be.

At least I wouldn't be wearing a 'fuck me' outfit, since I no longer had one of those. Part of the advice I got on line was that a female wedding photographer should never dress, so as to attract more attention than the bride was going to get. That was going to be difficult to do. Poor Lisa wasn't very attractive. I was sure that she was beautiful on the inside, as they say.

I spent Sunday morning worrying and drawing. I made the simplest of all drawing type. One bottle of ink and half a dozen pens allowed me to make my art. Well that and a couple of thousand dollars worth of technology. I still had not mastered freehand drawing. It really didn't matter, I was a damn fine draftsman. The art, if there was any, lay in the making the picture come to life. That's what I told myself anyway. Once I finished with a picture I either hung it on the wall or I packed it carefully away.

I did not have to do either with the picture I was drawing on Sunday. That picture I put away to continue after my first photography gig. Maybe someday I would do one that really paid me something. I really didn't mind the freebie since I had nothing better to do. Hell they might even have good wedding cake.

Four hours later the wedding was complete and I was in the parking lot ready to climb onto my trike for the ride home. It was also dark, but I had a new high lumen LED light. It didn't reach very far down the road but I wasn't supposed to be able to outrun the light. I hadn't really used it before that night so I wasn't sure what to expect as I started the trike for the ride home.

I had always been very careful to plan so that a night ride wasn't necessary. I decided to take that opportunity to assess the dangers. When I got back to town I decided that as long as there was no traffic and no deer crossing the road, the drive would be safe. It was cool but not chilly at 48 degrees. It was supposed to be in the low forties by daybreak. Still it was much better than the 25 degrees back in Farmer's Grove that night.

It was unusual to see a car parked anywhere on Main Street at 10 PM on a Sunday night. It was even more unusual to see one in front of my place. The stranger was sitting behind the wheel and drinking from a Styrofoam coffee cup. He looked a lot like a cop, but I wasn't sure. The cops really had no reason to be looking for me. Everyone agreed that the aborted job did not constitute any criminal acts.

I had decided months ago that I didn't want to be bothered, but also that if they found me there was nothing they could do to me. I did want to be left alone though, so I decided to confront the stranger.

"So who are you?" I asked pleasantly. Just as a precaution I had my hand wrapped around a number two wooden pencil.

"Sam," he said. Since he didn't sound formal and Sam probably wouldn't be how homeland security would introduce themselves, my concerns were raised by not about going to jail.

"Sam, that doesn't tell me anything," I suggested.

"You don't remember me from the wedding. I'm Lisa's father," he said.

"Okay, so what are you doing here?" I asked.

"Lisa wanted me to meet you. She said she hadn't paid you," he said.

"She told you to come to my house at 10:30 on Sunday night to discuss payment?" I made it a question.

"Not really, I just didn't want to go home. The house is awfully empty without Lisa," he said.

"You don't have a wife or other kids," I asked.

"My wife is gone, and Lisa and I are all the family there is left," he said.

"Oh I see. Well I am sorry, but frankly I am tired and I'm going to bed. Call or come by tomorrow and we will discuss the wedding," I said.

"Lisa thought we might get along. I really don't want to go home just yet," Sam said.

"Oh why is that?" I asked.

"The house is going to be so empty tonight without Lisa," he said again.

I had an uneasy feeling that something was going on. Something dark seemed to be hanging over Sam and maybe Lisa as well. I was curious, but I didn't plan to ask. If he wanted to tell me, he would. I probably should have been concerned that he showed up on my door, but I really wasn't. He seemed like a gentleman, and I felt sure he was pretty vulnerable. I admit that I was also curious about his relationship with Lisa.

"Well come on in I'll put on some coffee. I need to take the trike around to the storage shed first. I'll come through the back and open the door," I said.

"Okay," he said with a smile.

I parked the trike in the shed then went through the studio with the battery in tow. I stopped long enough to set the charger, before I opened the door for Sam. "Well come on in," I said once the door was opened.

"Thanks," he said walking inside. He followed me up the stairs and occupied one of the chairs at the table where I did my Internet browsing. I put two cups of coffee into the microwave while I waited for more information from Sam.

"So Sam, what do you do for a living?" I asked.

"Fish," he said.

"Fish?" I asked.

"I got a catfish farm," he said.

"I have to tell you, I never knew anyone with a catfish farm," I explained.

"Yeah it ain't all that common," he said.

"So tell me why Lisa thought we would like each other?" I asked.

He stood up and instead of answering he unzipped his pants and pulled out a huge penis. "Holy shit," I said. I admit I was fascinated by the size of his penis. It was by far the largest penis I had ever seen on a white man.

I must have stared at it because he asked, "Do you want to touch it?" I shook my head. "It's okay hon, it doesn't hurt to touch it."

"I'm sure, but I really don't want to," I lied.

"I know you do. Lisa loves to touch it," he said.

"Does she really?" I asked.

"Yes she does," he said.

"How long," I asked.

"Her mother died two years ago. She started around that time," he said.

"I see. I don't understand, but I see what you are saying," I said.

"Don't you like a big dick. Lisa said you would," he said.

"I didn't tell her that," I said.

"You didn't have to. Now touch it," he said with a sick smile. He moved closer so I could reach his penis without standing. I wrapped my hand around it at the base. "Use both hands," he said. I did as he directed and stroked him with both hands.

"God you have an amazing penis," I said.

"It's a dick and yes it is amazing. So are the sounds Lisa makes as she fucks me," he added.

"I can imagine," I said.

"She saw my cock and fell to her knees. You want to do that don't you?" he asked.

"Yes," I said and I found that it was true. I lowered myself from the chair and took his cock head into my mouth. I sucked it while he talked.

"Lisa sucked me a dozen times before we made love," he said. "She was a great cocksucker, better than you I bet," he suggested.

I didn't answer I just sucked him deeper and did more things for him. I nursed on it like a baby would have. He responded by moaning. I found that I wanted him to cum.

"You are going to be my new slut aren't you baby?" he asked.

I couldn't let go of his massive penis to answer so I nodded.

"I'm going to come here everyday and allow you to worship my dick," he said. "Would you like that baby?" I nodded again. "I will call you baby and you will call me Daddy?"

I nodded again. "Good now I am going to fuck you baby. Just like I did Lisa. Turn around and get on you hands and knees."

I did as he directed and then felt his huge penis trying to enter me. He struggled until he could force it into me. I was suddenly full but stretched painfully. Then he began an in and out rhythm. I screamed not anything intelligible, but a scream of animal sounds. It was a good thing I had no neighbors around late at night.

I came for what seemed like hours, but I knew better. He finally got stiff all over and just stopped pumping me. I could feel his cum running down my leg. I collapsed onto the floor. The floor was hard and cold but I couldn't get up. I heard the door close a few moments later. Then I saw his headlight as he drove away. I staggered to my bed in some pain. He had stretched and maybe even torn me some. I will admit however that I slept like the dead that night.

The next morning in the shower there was a stinging sensation. It seemed that I had been ruined at least temporarily. I dressed for the day with the events of the night before in mind. I had gone from dreaming about cock, to hurting for it, to hurting from it. Finding men with that much cock was rare.

Sam might just prove to be a novelty or he might prove to be a regular in my life. I wasn't crazy about Lisa having been his lover, as well as his daughter, but I hadn't heard her side of it yet. If she had really initiated it, I would judge Sam less harshly. I was hurting, so I wasn't really thinking too much about sex at that moment.